Page 8 of Past and Present

“You’re really getting stronger, Marissa,” Lana praised as Marissa lowered herself to the ground from a face-down self-suspension at Allure.

She grinned as she pulled the rope from around her waist. “Thanks. I still can’t believe I can do some of that stuff after so many years.”

Lana shrugged. “Lot like riding a bike. So you and Lance are going to Colorado for Christmas, huh? That sounds exciting.”

Marissa frowned. How did Lana know that? “Oh, we were talking while you were changing,” she said with a wink.

Marissa nodded as she crouched to pick up the loose ropes that were around her feet.

“I like seeing you and Lance back here. We missed the two of you,” Lana said.

Marissa smiled as she watched Lance talking with another member of the club. He'd worn a pair of black slacks with a dark green button down. Over the top he wore a black vest, and the combination made his shoulders look even broader. His sleeves were rolled up to just above his elbows and he gripped a tumbler of whiskey in one hand as he talked quietly with the man standing next to him.

A lot of the men in the room had major Dom energy, but none like Lance. Even as he had a casual conversation, Marissa could feel it rolling off of him. He would demand a lot of her tonight, which was part of why he'd told her to do the self-suspension early in the evening if she planned to do it at all. The beat of the music seemed to match the buzz of excitement that pulsed through her body.

"I love how bad you still have it for him after all these years," Lana said next to her.

Marissa gave her a pained smiled. "In some ways it's like we're newly in love again with all the history between us. It's nice to rediscover so much about him."

She turned to her rope bag and began stacking bundles of rope inside. "Looks like he's about to rediscover some things about you right now, honey," her friend murmured.

The surrounding air shifted and she could feel him approach her.

His hand sifted through her tangle of long brown hair and she moaned as he reached her scalp and gave a sharp tug. "I think Lana can handle stashing your rope bag. Come with me," he growled in her ear.

She gasped as he tugged her away from the table, causing her to drop the last bundle of rope on the floor.

"I got it honey, have a good time," her friend shouted as Marissa stumbled to keep up with the man currently dragging her across the dungeon.

"Did you bring another outfit?" he asked as he pushed her against a St. Andrew's cross and shoved his knee between her thighs, grinding against her heated pussy.

She nodded as she moaned and pushed into the sensation.

"Try again," he said with a growl.

"Yes, Sir," she cried out as his knee became painful between her thighs.

Lance bent down and Marissa realized he'd already parked his toy bag in this play space before he dragged her away from Lana.

Something cold and metallic grazed her belly, and she inhaled sharply as she felt, more than heard the faint snick of scissors slicing through her shirt and headed for her bra.

"Fuck. I could have just taken them off for you," she said as he cut the rest of the shirt away."

"I don't want to hear your smart mouth tonight, Riss," he said as the scissors cut into her bra.

She started to protest that it was one of her good ones but that would just encourage him to do something stupid like buy her a hundred of them so she wouldn't have anything to protest about the next time he decided he wanted to cut her clothes off of her.

"Turn your brain off, kitten. I can practically hear you thinking. I want you here with me and nowhere else. Do I need to blindfold you?"

She shook her head. "No, Sir. Sorry. I'm here, I promise."

"Good girl. Be still. Pants are next."

She was wearing thin yoga pants and lacy thong panties, which he made quick work of, though he dragged the outside edge of the scissors across her bare pussy as he did it.

When she was naked, he plunged two fingers inside of her.

"Soaked. Just like I want you," he said with a hum. Her scent flooded her nose as he brought his fingers to her mouth.

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